The Enchantress

The enchantress awakens at the stroke of midnight
With a hunger that consumes her
She hungers for the taste of human blood
The eases all of life

The enchantress prepares for the night of feeding
She dresses in her white dress the one that she has kept
For this night for more than a thousand years

Then she places makeup over her face
To conceal her lifeless appearance
She then places red lipstick on her luscious lips
The moistness of her lips and the deep look of her eyes
Make her look so inviting

She heads out to the bar were she knows
All the new bloods go as she enters she catches
The eyes of the young and lures them into her web
He is taken by beauty and surrenders to her

She kisses him and suddenly he is trapped in her eyes
Then and only then does she feed on his neck and
Drinks the blood from his body as his life slips away in her hands

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